Jet Tea is a man plagued by the twenty-first century. Stuck in a series of jobs which don’t really do justice to the years of ability he has built up, and dumped by the first real love of his adult life, he bounces from pillar to post, and pub to pub, trying to find love … More The Life And Loves Of Jet Tea – a review
I am pleased to announce things seem to be storming forwards on the short stories front. I have found an amazing designer to put together something, and I am really impressed with how well he has read the vibe of the book and come up with something unassuming which should make people turn back to … More It’s all happening.
Last night I was lucky enough to visit the Royal Albert Hall for one of the Teenage Cancer Trust gigs curated by bumbling, coarse hero of the north, Noel Gallagher. The night in question was one of comedy, notably pegged as a show by the Goth Detectives; the collective term for Russell Brand and Noel … More How to solve a problem like the Goth Detectives
It’s hard to think of yourself as being privileged. We are raised to want, to crave, to keep up with the Jones’s. if you were to be placed in a line of privilege however, against everyone else in the world, I think you would be surprised. There are so many people in the world who … More Little privileged us.
Tick followed tock followed tick followed tock. Black and white footage of horses on the incoming surf. A pint of the black stuff. There’s a lot to be made of it. As a nation, and especially as a generation we are far too impatient for our own good. I look around and see people buying … More Good things come to those who….
I am not a religious man. Tonight I had the closest thing I can compare to what I imagine a religious experience to be. There were no choirs of angels. There were no pearly gates or elephant gods or laughing golden buddhas. There was just a converted house in North London with a zebra crossing … More Abbey Road Studios.
This morning I went for a run. I decided to run as far as I could and then run back, knowing I would be forcing myself to run further than usual just to get home. All was going well until my ankle gave out about two miles in and I was left to hobble home. … More Me time.